School, Highschool, summer breaks and winter holidays. He felt me walking past the plate that read Valea Stânii, smelling of Bucharest salami, almost breaking his chain, coming my way. Sturdy, he killed everything that crossed his yard, foxes, ferrets. During the last year of my adolescence, they had set him free, he had lost his teeth, he was eating bread soaked in soup. Because I had passed my graduation exam, I brought him everything he liked. He smelled the salami and laid on his stomach, whining. I chewed on a few pieces for him to munch on. He had lived 7 times faster. I was digging and crying.
(Translated by Mălina Ioana Butaru / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)Real Fiction is a collective project started in 2013 by Florin Piersic Jr. The concept of Real Fiction continued to exist as a Facebook group, after a volume of stories was published at Humanitas Publishing House. (In May 2022, the group has 8,350 members.) The authors write ultra-short stories, with the texts limited to 500 characters (in Romanian, so the length of the English translation might be a little different) - a flash-fiction exercise on a topic that changes every few days. The group's coordinators are Florin Piersic Jr., Gabriel Molnar, Răzvan Penescu, and Luchian Abel. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale. 
